Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2008 06:49:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Randy Howard <randyhoward2@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Politician / Chapter 2 'The Spider's Web' / Beginnings

The Politician
By
randyhoward2@yahoo.com
Chapter 2 'The Spider's Web'

>From Chapter 1 'Selling My Soul'

"Well who do you think the public will believe a young
innocent student or a middle age politician," I said with
vengeance to my voice. "Besides do you really want that
kind of scandal so early in your career," I ask him and his
face is white with fear. "I thought not."

"Am I allowed to be governor at least," he asks.

"Yes, I have no interest in being in that low of an office.
Now lets go home and you can ride your sweet boy you so
dearly paid for, ok love." I look at him and he is a man
defeated. 'Now you know how Bob Preston feels,' I think to
myself. First, we head over to WCAX television station for
the grand announcement declaring Pat the new governor of
Vermont.

"Now remember, put on that winning smile love," I tell him
as we get out of the limo. He goes in and the crowd goes
wild. He waves and for a moment, the old Pat is back. He
works the crowd and when Bob Preston shows up, he gives
him a hug and a handshake, much to Bob's surprise. We
finally head home around one and we shower and crawl
into bed. He spoons me into him and kisses the back of my
neck and whispers,

"I am so so sorry Jason for last night.  Will you ever
forgive me?" He says but I fake sleep.  He pulls me close
and puts his arm over my chest. His touch makes me want
to scream but I endure it for a price. 'What price is that,' I
ask myself before I fall to sleep.

Chapter 2 'The Spider's Web"

The next few months were busy for Pat. He has interviews
and press releases in preparation for his inauguration as
governor in January. He had staff to pick and positions to
fill. It may be a little over two months away but the
transition process is quite hectic.  I have cooled my attitude
towards him some and I am not so hostile.  We are getting
along but I still have no respect for the man.  Carl resigned
on election night and good riddance I say. I have set my
goals on the office of state Senator. It is the first wrung on
my ladder to the top. I have really no competition for the
office because the same man, Paul Martin, has run
unopposed for four terms.  He is a man in his eighties and
is ready for retirement, I feel. He is part of the old political
system that has failed Vermont.  He has gotten rich off the
people from special interest groups, his special interests. I
will be working out of Montpelier, the capital, if elected. I
shall start my campaign by digging in the dirt that has
buried Paul's skeletons.  He is in big with the electric
companies and has opposed nuclear power because the
electric companies have paid him to. Now I must prove it. I
had Pat send special invitations to some of the second in
command at the electric companies to his inaugural ball;
there might be some disgruntled employees. I also had him
invite Paul Martin and some of his staff.  I had him invite
George Michaels, a top political advisor also. He was
known for making unknowns into household words. My
web was being carefully woven, and all I needed were the
flies. People with their own goals in mind came to me for
help to reach the governor's ear.  I carefully screened them
and made special notes as to how they could most benefit
me. One such person was Tim Mathews. He sat on the
board of directors for the Central Vermont Electric
Company. He wanted a post in Pat's cabinet concerning
commerce. I ask him what he brought to the table that
would persuade me to bend the governor's ear in his
direction. I told him of my goal to be a senator to
Montpelier and I needed as much dirt as I could get on Paul
Martin. He told me that he had a memo, with the Vermont
seal on it, that had Paul's signature stating he would be
willing to swing his vote and others to stop a nuclear power
plant from coming into the Burlington region if the price
was right. He was willing to swap me said document for the
commerce position he tells me over lunch.

"Tim you produce that document for me and that position is
yours," I told him.

"Now Jason, how can you promise me something only the
governor can promise," He asks.

"I have Pat's ear Tim, and what I want I get," I tell him
with a look of confidence in my eyes.

"Very well then. I will have that document for you by noon
tomorrow." He says, we shake, and he leaves confident the
position is his.  I pay the check and the waiter, Brandon,
slips me his phone number. He is a cute guy of about five
eleven and one hundred seventy pounds. Red hair and
green eyes and built like a Greek God. He gives me a wink
as I leave and I curtly nod back. I think to myself, 'I shall
call him later.'  I go back to Pat's election office and find
him busy with paper work. I go in, go behind him, and
bend to kiss him behind the ear. He bends his head slightly
because that is his favorite spot. I nuzzle the spot and ask if
he is almost done.

"Just about ten more minutes why babe," He asks.

"Just thought you might be horny and need a distraction," I
say. "Thought we might skip home and have some fun."

"Really babe, you mean it love," he asks and puts his work
away. He gets up, pulls me into his arms, and kisses me
passionately.  I move my hand to his crotch and start to
massage his cock. It rises before and you can say sex. As
we leave, he tells his secretary that he is going to lunch and
will be back later.  The drive home to Shelburne takes
about thirty minutes. His house is large, English Tudor in
style, and sets back from the road.  We get in and he takes
me into his arms and starts to kiss me again most
passionately.  He leads me upstairs to our bedroom and
slowly undresses me. He loves to pause and stare at me like
he is deciding if I am worth buying. 'He should have
thought of that the first night,' I think to myself. After he
undresses me, he lays me on the bed. He undresses himself
and climbs between my legs and bends down to kiss me.
He kisses me lustfully and hard. 'He never does tender or
softly,' I think, always hard and in a hurry. He sits up and
lifts my legs and I hold them while he applies the lube.  He
lubes my hole, applies some to his cock, and aligns it to my
hole. He pushes in as I push out and his cock head pops in
and he stops. 'This is the only time he is tender,' I say to
myself. He slowly applies pressure until his cock is fully in
me. After I have adjusted to the fullness he starts to fuck
me. Slowly at first until he has found his rhythm. His style
is always the same. He starts out slow at first and then
quickly he is slamming and pounding away. He shows no
mercy once he gets going. He pummels my ass until he is
ready to cum. He pushes my legs tighter to my chest as he
shoots his load deep into my ass. Pounding and pounding
until he is spent and then he drops down on my chest until
he calms down.  He gives me a quick kiss and gets up
slapping me on the ass saying,

"Good fuck babe, good job." Then off to the bathroom he
goes. I get up even though I did not cum and figure I will
give Brandon a call. Pat comes out and asks me if I am
going back in to town.

"Not right now Pat, I have some things to do here first
love."  He kisses my forehead and he is off to his office.
'God I wish I had never went to see him that night.' I think.
I get up and call Brandon's cell phone.

"Hey you reached Brandon. I am busy right now so you
know what to do at the beep." His voice mail says. I leave
my name and number and tell him to call me. I get up and
take a shower and just as I am drying off my cell rings and
I see it's Brandon.

"Hey Brandon, how you doing dude." I say.

"Just got done work and noticed you called. What's up," he
asks.

"Wanted to know if you wanted to hook up or something,"
I tell him. "We can go to dinner or a movie if you want."

"How about bed instead," he asks me.

"Sure that sounds great, where do you live," I ask.

"One twenty two Hinesburg Road in South Burlington," He
tells me. "How about one hour or is that bad for you."

"No, one hour is good guy see you then." I tell him. I finish
drying off, and go and pick out a cool outfit. I throw on
some cologne, Polo, and head out to the car. I stop by a
package store and pick up a good wine. I get to his house
just under one hour. The house is nothing fancy, a simple
ranch in much need of paint. A dog is sitting on the front
steps as if standing guard.  I pull into the driveway and
park.  As I get out of the car the dog comes over and I
freeze as he barks at me.  Brandon is out the door in a flash.

"Thor, stop that," he commands. "Heal boy," and the dog
meanders over to him and sits. "He's really a good dog, just
a bit protective," he says and gives me a hug.  We head
inside and the inside is quite different from the outside.
The d^Ācor is simple but quite contemporary in shades of
black and grays. His art pieces are tastefully framed, and
spotlighted with brass lights.  He pulls me into an embrace
and tenderly kisses me.  His scent is intoxicating and I
make a mental note of him.  He embrace is strong yet
tender, and inviting.  As our tongues caress each other, his
taste is still mint.  He offers his tongue as in a sacrifice to
the gods and I devour it in my mouth.  'This boy knows how
to entice his men,' I think to myself.  We break, our
embrace and he offers me a drink.  I lift the bottle of wine I
brought and he says.

"I'll get some glasses and a cork screw," as he walks from
the room.  His jeans accent his ass nicely as he walks away.
He returns with the glasses and cork remover and I open
the bottle of wine. I pour us each a glass, setting the bottle
down, and raise my glass in a toast.

"Here's to many more times together," I say as we both
raise them and take a sip. We put them down, embrace
again, and kiss.  The lighting is soft and his face glows with
from the sunlight that comes in softly through the window.
It highlights his red hair and accents his freckles that dust
the bridge of his nose.  His green eyes are as if emeralds
sparkling in the soft light.  'Mt Olympus did well when they
put together this god,' I think to myself.  He takes my hand
and leads me to his bedroom.  It is nicely done, with a large
wrought iron canopy bed that seems to overpower the
room.  He has candles lit and the light dances off the
mirrors that grace the walls.  He takes me into his arms and
slowly undresses me. He kisses each part of me as he
exposes it and caresses it with his tongue.  He stands back,
and looks at me, as if finding a treasure for the first time.
'What a contrast from Pat,' I say to myself.

"When I gave you my number earlier I said to myself,
'he'll never call me,'" he tells me smiling like a kid on
Christmas. "But when I got off from work and saw your
name and number on my voice mail my heart leaped."

"Why wouldn't I call you," I ask. "You are so fucking hot
and desirable I would be a fool to pass you up."  He takes
me in his arms and we kiss so tenderly and passionately. I
lay him on the bed and get on between his legs.  As I lean
forward, he says.

"I should tell you Jason, I have never been a bottom before;
I don't mind for you though."

"You sure Brandon, because I have been both and I don't
mind bottoming." I tell him.

"No I want to give my first time to you babe," he says with
love in his eyes. "I have wanted you forever, well ever
since you started to come into the restaurant that is. I would
give up my tip just to wait on you Jason," he tells me and
then pulls me into a kiss. His lips are warm and sweet and
they caress mine as we kiss. 'God this kid is in love with
me," I think to myself. 'I've got to be careful here not to
lead him on.'  I break our kiss, and lovingly kiss and nuzzle
his neck.  The candlelight dances across his chest and casts
its shadows upon his nipples. They rise like mountains
from the plains of his chest inviting my lips to take them. I
gently bite and suckle them making them hard as I slip
from one to the other.  His back arches in delight as my lips
send rapture through his body.  I move to his naval that lies
as a crater on the surface of the moon as cast by the glow of
the candles.  'Oh fuck this kid is gorgeous. He is worth
keeping,' I say to myself. 'What the fuck you doing Jason,
are you falling in love with him,' I ask myself not sure of
the answer.  My tongue dances around it like moths around
a flame. As moths to a flame is plunge deep into his naval
and his back heaves up.

"Oh my God Jas what a feeling my love," he says and his
head rolls side to side.  I sit up, admire the beauty of the
man before me, and think how lucky I am.  I lift his legs
and put them on my shoulders as I bury my nose in his
pubes. His scent is so sweet and I drink it in like a fine
wine just savoring his scent. His manhood rises like a tower
before me and I take it into my mouth. I savor its taste, as I
taste his pre-cum upon my tongue. I run my tongue around
the base of the head and he moans in delight. I slowly
engorge his cock deep into my throat, and once again bury
my nose in his hair.  My throat begins to milk his cock with
its muscles as I swallow his man cock. His hands hold my
head as his fingers dance through my hair. I slowly let go
of his man tool and move down to his balls. I take them
together in my mouth and roll them gently around. I looked
up at his face and the expression he had was bliss. I could
tell he was in a place he had never been before and I
marveled that I had brought him there. I sat up, and
lowered myself down to his chest, and I kissed this man
that I was falling for, with all the passion of the gods. A
kiss that sent shivers up my spine and back down again,
like nothing I have ever experienced. I sat there a moment
and we looked into each other's eyes. The flames from the
candle on the bed stand danced in his eyes. I slowly lay
down beside him and said.

"Make love to me, love, like you have never made love
before.  I want to know what it is like to be loved and made
love to my darling Brandon."  He rolled over and got on me
and we kissed a kiss of first love. It was a kiss of sweet
promises and yet a kiss of loves purest form. He took some
lube and applied it to us both and with the most tender of
feelings he slowly pushed into my ass.  With one slow,
easy movement, I enveloped his love tool.  'Oh God I love
this man,' I said to myself.  He slowly and lovingly made
love to me, ever mindful of my pleasure.  He kissed me and
nuzzled my neck as he slowly made love to me. I was
thinking to myself, 'this is love and not sex,' as he brought
me to new heights.  'Never before have I been so taken with
a man.  Never before has anyone cared to take me along
with them as they sought out loves deepest passions.' I
could feel him swell within me as my orgasm began to rise.
As two, we climaxed and blended into one, sharing the
intimacy of this special moment.  Our hearts were pounding
in our chests as our lungs sought air.  We grabbed onto
each other as if fearing to let go. Slowly we regained our
senses as our breathing calmed down.

"My God love, that was so awesome." I whisper in his ear.
"I love you Brandon."

"I have always loved you Jason, and will forever." He says.
We kiss a kiss to seal our love. It is a kiss that says, I am
yours, and you are mine. We lye there for more than two
hours just holding each other and kissing. I tell him about
my life and he tells me about his.

"You know Jason that I live with the next governor, don't
you," I ask him. "It's a strange and difficult situation."

"Yes I know," he says a bit disappointed. "Are you going
to leave him," he asks.

"Not yet love, he is my ticket up the political ladder," I tell
him. "I need his connections to achieve my goals."

"Am I part of your goals, Jason," he asks me looking
straight into my eyes. "Or am I just a temporary
distraction," he adds.

"You are a distraction babe, but not a temporary one," I tell
him and I kiss him with passion.  I explain to him about the
situation between Pat and I.  I tell him of my goals and
aspirations. He looks at me as I talk like wondering where
he would fit in to this picture.

"Where do I fit into your goals, Jason?  Am I part of the
picture or just a snap shot from the past?" He asks. "I don't
think I can be just a side piece babe. I want more in life
than that." He tells me.

"You deserve more than that, but right now I am committed
to Pat, love.  It is part of the arrangement we have.  He has
me for sex, and that is all it is, is sex.  You love, have my
love. We make love and are in love babe."

"You make me feel like the other woman," he says. "There
for the scraps that you can spare Me." he says now a bit
bitter. "I don't know if I can live that way Jason, or if I
want to live that way." He says questioningly.  We get up
and shower in silence, knowing that each is considering a
path that is being laid before them.  We dress and I kiss him
ask if I can come back again.  He tells me to give him a
call; he has to think things through first. I kiss him again
and leave.

As I drive home, I consider the things we had spoken of.  I
re-evaluated my life and my love for Brandon.  How much
did I love him and how much did I want my goals for my
life, I just did not know.  I drove home to a place that held
nothing for me but misery.  I had given my soul for a life of
politics.  I was becoming that which I had hated in
politicians and I was doing nothing about it.  The web that I
was weaving would soon trap me if I were not careful.
Also was I willing to drag Brandon into this web of deceit
and treachery? Could I let him sell his soul for me? I could
not answer these questions. I pulled into the driveway and
Pat was home. I noticed a strange car that I did not
recognize.  I quietly slipped into the house and looked
around.  Pat knew that when I came home I always
announced my arrival with a shout.  This time I did not.  I
crept up the stairs to our bedroom and there they were. Pat
had Jesse Jacobs on the bed fucking him. I went for my
camera, came back, and got some great shots. Jesse was a
married man and had several kids.  He worked for Senator
David Christianson, who was our senator to Washington.
'This will come in very handy someday,' I say to myself as
I walk back to my office.  I slip back downstairs, open the
front door, and slam it shut.

"Pat, I'm home," I shout with a devious smirk on my face.

"I'll be right down," he yells. "I'm in my office and will be
down momentarily, love."  I sit down in the living room
and go through some papers left out on the table.  Pat and
Jesse come down five minutes later and Jesse is a bit
flushed.

"Jesse you feel alright," I ask. "You look a bit red in the
face kid."

"Just hot in here I guess." He says nervously as I smile at
him. "Well I got to go, the wife will be wondering where I
am," he says and he shakes hands with Pat and I. "Oh,
Merry Christmas," he adds as he leaves.

"A bit nervous wasn't he," I ask Pat. "You horny love?"

"Ah . not really," he says knowing that I know.

"Well I'm tired so I am heading to bed love. See you in the
morning." I tell him and give him a peck on the cheek.
"Oh I have Tom and Linda's wedding tomorrow so I will
not be around for the day," I tell him with a wink.  I go up
to bed knowing that I just ruined a good fuck for him. Jesse
is a hot little number and would be great in bed. 'Oh well,
such are the games we play,' I say to myself and smile.  I
get in bed and my mind goes to Brandon. 'How could you
let yourself be entangled like this; he is a nice guy and does
not deserve to be treated like this. There has to be a way
out of this so that he does not get hurt.' I say to myself as I
fall to sleep.

The next morning Pat found me working in my office
before I had to leave for the wedding.

"Good morning Jas," he said. "How are you today?"

"Good babe, come in and sit for a minute, I want to talk
with you." I told him not as a request but as a command.

"Well . maybe . for a minute," He stammers.

"Now Pat, what is wrong?" I ask in a fake sympathetic
voice.

"You know what's wrong.  Every time you talk like that
you want something." He says coldly.

"That's right I do want something. I want you to give the
position of Secretary of Commerce to Tim Mathews." I tell
him. "He is helping me lay the ground work for my election
to the state senate next year. In return he wants that position
and I feel he would be good for it." I tell him rather boldly.

"And what do I get in return for it," he asks.

"Same thing you always get my ass and my silence." I say
with a smile."

"Well that hasn't ." he starts to say as I interrupt him.

"My silence includes your fucking Jesse last night," I tell
him and smirk.  His face goes ashen as he says,

"You wouldn't destroy him and his family would you?"

"Not if you play ball with me."  I say glaring over the top
of my reading glasses. "And I wouldn't mention this to
Jesse either love, ok," I tell him and not asking.

"Ok Jason, Tim Mathews can have the position," he says as
he leaves my office.  I pick up the phone and call Tim.

"Tim, my man, Jason here. How's lunch tomorrow at one
sound," I ask him. "And bring that memo, I have some
good news for you."


I finish my work and leave for the wedding.  I am Tom's
best man.  He has been my best friend and I had introduced
him to Linda.  She had originally been my girlfriend but
being gay, we didn't work out.  It was a great wedding and
we had a great time. I left around five and headed home to
do some work. I called Tim to confirm our lunch date and
then went to bed.  We meet for lunch the next day and I tell
him about the position. He is overjoyed and hands me the
memo. It has the Vermont State Seal on top and says,

Tim Mathews:
Just a quick note to tell you that the
vote is coming up on Tuesday concerning
a certain nuclear power plant proposal.
For the right price, one could be swayed to vote
against said proposal. I also can guarantee
at least eight others who will vote as
I tell them to.
Let me know by the end of business tomorrow.

Senator Paul Martin

"Tim you don't know what this means to me."

"I think I do son. It might have cost me more than I am
willing to pay though in the long run." He says looking at
me with doubt.

"Nonsense Tim now lets order lunch."  We order lunch and
we talk about the commerce position. I also tell him how I
am going to ask George Michaels to organize my
campaign.

"George is hard to get Jason." He says. "How you going to
get him on your team," he asks.

"I know his weakness Tim, just leave that up to me." I tell
him with a smirk. 'Good old George has a weakness for the
boys,' I say to myself. 'The right setting with the right guy
and he's mine.'

I gave Brandon a call and got him at home.

"Hey Brandon what's up," I ask him.
"Not much Jason, you coming over," he asks.

"Yeah I have a favor to ask of you and would like to speak
to you in person about it. What time is good for you love?"

"Anytime, I have today off so come on over babe."

"See ya in a few babe."  I hung up and headed over to
Brandon's house.  It took me twenty minutes to get there
and that dog was waiting. I get out of the car and Thor
comes running.  I call him by name and he calms down. I
give him a pat on the head and Brandon is waiting on the
steps.  He greets me with a hug and a kiss as we go inside.
Once inside I give him a proper kiss and he moans in my
arms.

"Do you want to go right to bed babe or do you have time,"
he asks me.

"I have all day for you love," and I hold him tight in my
arms and kiss him passionately.  We break our kiss and he
offers me a coffee.  We sit at the table in the kitchen and he
looks at me with a worried look.

"What's bothering you babe," he asks with concern in his
voice.

"I really don't want to get you involved with this," I tell
him knowing that was my original plan.

"Involved in what babe?"

"Well I have this guy that I want to handle my campaign.
He is extremely good and his candidates always are elected.
The thing is he is very busy and he does not take new up
and coming people. I have figure out a way to trick him
into taking my campaign if he turns me down. The thing is
I need someone to help me pull it off." I tell him.

"Well what is the problem?"

"This guy has a weakness. His weakness is young men. He
is married but bi-sexual. His wife does not know that he is
like this. Truthfully, most people do not know.  I found out
by a friend that had been to bed with him years ago."

"So what would this other person have to do," he asks but
wishing he had not.

"Well if he turns me down I want to catch him in the act of
having sex with a guy that I set him up with. I don't know
who to ask that I could trust."

"Oh, I see." He says. "Did you have me in mind, and please
babe be honest with me here." He says.

"Not really babe. I have fallen in love with you and would
never in a million years ask someone I love to do
something like this."

"Where would all this take place," he asks still nervous.

"Inaugural Night at the Radisson Hotel. I would have a
room set up to trap him."

"It sounds so underhanded and treacherous." He says. "I
guess I would do it for you love." He says hoping I refuse.

"Brandon you sure babe? I would pay you for your loss of
wages babe."


To be continued .


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